A Cultivation Of The Powers Of One's

With The Shock Of War The State Comes Into Its Own Again.

Culture, Like The Kingdom Of Heaven, Lies Within Us, And Not In Foreign Galleries And Books.

He Who Mounts A Wild Elephant Goes Where The Elephant Goes.

No Matter What We Have Come Through, Or How Many Perils We Have Safely Passed, Or How Many Imperfect And Jagged - In Some Places Perhaps Irreparably - Our Life Has Been, We Cannot In Our Heart Of Hearts Imagine How It Could Have Been Different. As We Look Back On It, It Slips In Behind Us In Orderly Array, And, With All Its Mistakes, Acquires A Sort Of Eternal Fitness, And Even, At Times, Of Poetic Glamour.

Diplomacy Is A Disguised War, In Which States Seek To Gain By Barter And Intrigue, By The Cleverness Of Arts, The Objectives Which They Would Have To Gain More Clumsily By Means Of War.